The Door was #$%&ing Closed (and a collection of other shorts)

Hallelujah

A Vinyl Scratch and Octavia Melody story

A Modest Sequel to Calendar Girls

The sounds of the sweet notes flowing from the contrabass filled the room. Octavia lovingly played the classical sounds of a time long since passed, and as she did occasionally there would be a slight tempo created via Vinyl’s rig. She looked toward her girlfriend, no her wife, and saw her focusing on the turntables and keyboard. Octavia would have had to be deft and blind to not have noticed how talented Vinyl was. There were a dozen DJ’s that worked in Canterlot City, but most of them used laptops to make samples and include those samples into their music.

Vinyl’s creations were each original, and each done on the fly. She practically oozed talent. It was one of the things that drew Octavia to her. Well, that and the fact that Vinyl could play her as well as she played her Contrabass. She continued to play and then Octavia heard what Vinyl was trying to do. Soon there was a steady beat, the mixing sound she was hearing was a couple of cheap records that Vinyl had picked up with the classical music she was playing now.

She began to follow Vinyl’s lead, the music taking them deeper into the passion both of them had. The sounds of the 1812 overture suddenly combined with rave music might have sounded odd in concept, but in actual attempt it was magical. She played with Vinyl as she followed her lover’s lead. The speed, slow, gentle, rough, all came together to form something glorious. She breathed out hard once the song ended. She leaned against the chair, finally taking notice to see that her Contrabass had been pulled deeper between her thighs. Her skirt was pushed up, and she felt a little self conscious that she wasn’t wearing panties today. She looked toward Vinyl who smiled, walked toward her, and moved the contrabass. She began to say something when her wife kissed her lips.

“Lean back Tavi,” she whispered.

How could she refuse such a request? Vinyl began to play her. Like any good practitioner she took her time to get a feel for the instrument. Once she was certain that Vinyl had tuned her correctly she felt the first stirring of the notes. Vinyl was going for something slow, loving, caressing, and she followed her lover’s lead. The first few notes were simple, a push, a rise, a minor fall and a major lift. She the baffled queen composing her own hallelujah.

The way she was there was as if she tied her to the kitchen chair. Each loving note was breaking any perceived throne, and at that moment to continue she’d do anything, even let Vinyl cut her hair. And all she could do was let Vinyl draw from her lips the Hallelujah. There’s a blaze of light in every word, and it didn’t matter which she heard, the holy or the broken Hallelujah. She knew that Vinyl did her best, but what she gave back wasn’t much.

She felt the orgasm hit, and it was as if she stood before the very Lord of Song with nothing on her tongue by Hallelujah. She moaned as Vinyl pulled up, and she looked into the loving eyes of her wife. She kissed her deeply, not caring about the taste of her own orgasm on her lips. She instead just cared that she had this beautiful woman who could play her like a well tuned instrument.

Vinyl lifted her from the chair she was sitting in, and together they walked toward the bedroom. She followed her lover’s direction once again, and she settled into the fact that Vinyl was going to make her feel wonderful. Outside of the walls around them sickness was moving across the globe, but at the moment all Octavia cared about was being with the woman she was with. There was simply no one else she wanted to be with.